Everything is Illuminated

Sometimes I,
I think I've grown up, I,
I think know more, I,
I think it's all true.

Sometimes I,
I don't care.

Sometimes I, I consider
the passing of time.
How the sunflowers don't shine
after five in the winter

And I wonder, I, I wonder
where I might find
myself at five in the summer.

I'll be there afore I know it,
I know I will be.

I think, gee.
I think me oh my oh me me me.

I think, I,
I think what should I do?
How do I save these passing seconds
flying by me without recollection
they'll all slip past and I'll lose them all I,
I will, I know it.

Stop.

The sunflowers won't shine past five.
They've burned hard and they've burned warm.
They wither as they weather the storm.
Their clay pots shatter dust to dust
and drift away on sweet warm winds,
and never know they've been alive.
They can't hold all that color in.

Me in my steel pot, let it rust.
Oh color mine, don't hold me in.
I'll never drink all of a sky so blue.
Live life or life will live you.